I never thought it was fair that James Baker went to jail in leg irons while Tammy Faye got to stay home and stay on TV. I’m not a big believer in televangelism, or much of anything really. but I never thought Jim did anything wrong. If I put up a button that says Please Give and then there were a couple of million people dumb enough to fork over a dollar or two or fifty, then I would take the money and be happy about it.
I was out at the Crystal Cathedral a few years back, doing that whole tourist thing, and up rolled an extra long stretch limo. Who was in the back of that limo? Reverend Shuller, of course.
All the guys on TV now with their megachurches wear pretty nice suits while they preach the good word. And there is that one woman who took up Tammy’s place as the make-up and big hair queen. After all, that was what was how Tammy Faye was known to all us pagans, as the woman that never meet a cosmetic product she didn’t like.
And so Tammy Faye’s story closes by her dying of cancer at age 65 and our last memory is her skeletal appearance on Larry King. Maybe she really was a good person and is kicking back up in heaven. I can see her now, hobnobbing with Max Factor and Lon Chaney, Sr., getting ready for one more make-over.
